Hey, remember Judy?
Yes, of course, I remember her. She retired four years ago, right?
Yes. She died.
Oh my goodness!
She died three years ago.
She did retire four years ago. She was given a wonderful sendoff with all the love and good wishes and promises of let’s keep in touch. But life…work…Cerner at work…family…life…you know.
No one, I guess, really kept in touch because life and all that. But sometimes late at night at work with a little downtime we talk, we laugh, we remember…and a name is dropped and we wonder, how is Judy these days? No one knows. Life, work, family and stuff, you know. Her name is searched on Facebook…even if she was never on Facebook and then she is Googled and, well…
Judy died October, 2013. She was preceded in death by her parents and brother. She worked as a Registered Nurse for forty years and found her calling in pediatric nursing. Judith was an artist in varied mediums and also enjoyed collecting and reading. Judith’s intensity in her interests was extended in her caring for those who were close to her.
Literally people, you have know control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
And for a moment, I do reflect a little on the fact that there is no control once you are gone who tells your story.
Kind of hard for a girl like me who, in her adult life, almost demands a little control over who will tell my story when I’m gone. True, I write much of it down for all the reasons the arm chair therapists might imagine and for my children; but ultimately I have no control what parts are remembered, what parts will be re-told and what parts will be forgotten…even if I did write so much of it down.
Well, at least I know what shall be played at my memorial. Thank you Zoë!
Literally everyone should want Jesse L. Martin to sing I’ll Cover You at their memorial.
Rest in peace Judy.